Chapter 8 - NOAH’S YELLOW ROBENoah stopped wearing his yellow robe.
He had loved it.
Dinosaur hood.
Tiny fabric spikes down the back.
Claire had bought it before she died.
Vanessa locked him in the cage while he wore it.
Afterward, it stayed under his bed.
One night Adrian found him staring at it.
“Want me to get rid of it?”
Noah shook his head.
“Do you want to wear it?”
Another shake.
Adrian sat.
No solutions.
Therapists had taught him that.
Noah touched the torn shoulder.
“Vanessa pulled it.”
Adrian’s chest tightened.
“I know.”
“She said dinosaurs are animals too.”
Jesus.
Adrian breathed slowly.
“What do you want to do with the robe?”
Noah thought.
“Can Mr. Alvarez fix it?”
The family tailor.
“Yes.”
“Make it blue?”
“It’s yellow.”
“Blue dinosaur.”
Adrian smiled.
“Probably.”
So they dyed it.
Not to erase.
Noah chose dark blue.
The tear became a visible stitched line because the fabric couldn’t be perfectly restored.
When Noah wore it again months later, Adrian nearly cried.
Noah said:
“It has a scar.”
Adrian answered:
“Yep.”
“Like me?”
Adrian’s chest tightened.
“Some scars you can see.”
Noah nodded.
Then ran away pretending to roar.
Ordinary.
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Healing did not always arrive through speeches.
Sometimes it was a blue dinosaur robe and a five-year-old demanding pancakes.
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